Kitty Goes to Washington (Kitty Norville 2)

“No,” Leo said. “I don’t trust you. I’m not taking my eyes off you this time.”

Luis started to close the door anyway, but Bradley put out his arm to block it. Bradley tried hard to brace it, leaning forward and putting his weight into it, but Luis was stronger, and slowly pushed him back. Bradley put his other hand against the door. They’d break it before Luis got it closed. They glared at each other.

“Never mind,” I said. I didn’t want to start a fight. Not that I didn’t think Luis couldn’t handle himself. But I hated to think that I was the one who dragged him into it.

I climbed out of bed and made a point of not shrinking under Leo’s gaze. Bradley was polite enough to look away, and Luis was still guarding his territory. But Leo watched me walk naked across the room to where I’d abandoned my dress on the floor. He was trying to aggravate me, which made it a little easier to ignore him. I’d run with a wolf pack; they’d seen me naked. I turned my back to him to pull the dress over my head. I found my shoes and handbag and met Luis by the door.

“Very nice,” Leo said.

I said to Luis, “I had a good time. Thanks.”

“Be careful with them.”

“I’ll watch my back.” I leaned forward for a kiss and he gave it to me, gently, warmly. I closed my eyes and sighed wistfully.

“I’ll see you later,” he said. A statement, not a question.

I smiled. “Yeah.” I lingered, thinking he might kiss me again—hoping he would.

“Finished?” Leo said. Scowling, I stepped out and Luis closed the door.

Leo and Bradley flanked me on the way out, my own personal Secret Service.

The vampire

sat in the front seat of the sedan while Bradley drove.

“You’re a fucking loose cannon,” Leo said cheerfully over his shoulder. He crossed his arms and smirked. The sky was graying; he was cutting it close. I couldn’t tell if he was anxious about it. His blasé attitude might have been an act to cover up how annoyed he really was, for all I knew.

“Thanks,” I said. He rolled his eyes.

If I’d felt like a teenager on the way to her prom on the way out, Alette waiting up for me when we arrived back at her place completed the image. Bradley and Leo guided me to the parlor, where she was waiting, seated regally in her wingback armchair. At a gesture from her, they left.

Frowning, she rose. “I begin to understand why you’re a wolf without a pack. Have you always been this contrary?”

“No. It took me years to develop a backbone.”

“Your last pack kicked you out, did it?”

“I left.”

“Leo tells me you found your way to the Crescent. What did you think of it?”

The question put me off balance. I was all ready for her to chew me out, and I was all ready to be, well, catty about it.

“I really liked it,” I said. “It’s been a long time since I felt like I was with friends.”

“I’ve tried to give you that here.”

Then why did I feel like a teenager being dressed down by her mother? “Leo made it difficult.”

“He must find you easy to provoke.”

I wasn’t going to start this argument.

“Before I forget.” I reached back and undid the clasp on the necklace. I hadn’t taken it off all night, lest I end up a pathetic character in a de Maupassant story. I gave it back to her. “Thanks. I think it was what made Luis finally hit on me.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Do I even want to know?”